117: Chapter 116: Are You Looking for Trouble?
117: Chapter 116: Are You Looking for Trouble?
The efficiency on the women’s side was very high; shortly after the call ended, three golden vans drove in, and as the doors flung open, more than twenty people piled out.
A Fatty, dressed in Armani and wearing a gold chain around his neck, walked over and shouted, “Miss, who has bullied you?”
“That jerk standing over there.” The woman pointed at Song Yun, and more than twenty people surrounded him.
Fatty looked at Song Yun and said, “Kid, if you want to put up a show, it’ll cost you a first-time fee.”
“Fatty Jin, this is my brother.
Let’s settle things for today,” Old Zhou, who obviously knew Fatty, stepped forward and said, “I’ll get you involved in the next project, to make sure you won’t be at a loss.”
“Boss Zhou is here too, but my sister is not someone you can easily dismiss.
She’s the only girl in my family, pampered by my parents; we can’t have her upset just like that today.” Fatty Jin gave a bow to Old Zhou and continued, “I am sorry, Boss Zhou, I can’t let things go your way today.
But since I have many men, you can still count on us for other things.
I’ve offended you today, I owe you a drink.”
Old Zhou usually had some interactions with Fatty Jin.
He knew he was an idle troublemaker who liked to stir up drama.
Currently, Fatty Jin had at least fifty to sixty people under him, a small tyrant in their area.
Song Yun smiled and glanced at Fatty Jin, “Are you sure you want this to be endless?”
“Wow, tough guy, huh?
I, Fatty, like dealing with folks like you.
I won’t back down today, and I might even ‘loosen’ your bones a bit,” said Fatty Jin, as his cigarette was skillfully placed and lit by one of his followers.
His swagger seemed practiced, like a real gang leader.
But Fatty Jin was nothing more than a frog in a well, never as ruthless or vicious as Wang Hu, who had transformed significantly.
“If you’re not letting go, I’ll make you,” said Song Yun, his brow raised, as he saw Wang Hu bringing people over.
Fatty Jin only had about twenty people with him to show force, but once Wang Hu knew Song Yun was in trouble, he quickly rounded up over two hundred people to join him.
Because there were too many people, all kinds of vehicles were used—SUVs, large pickup trucks, even a cargo truck, followed by a swarm of motorcycles and electric bikes.
Those nearby who had just learned of the situation also rushed over on bicycles.
Their only thought was to see what sort of immortal had managed to conquer both Wang Hu and the fearsome locals.
“Brother Yun, I have brought people for you,” Wang Hu respectfully addressed Song Yun as he got out of his vehicle.
“Shall we teach them a lesson now?”
As more than two hundred people filled the area, Fatty Jin, initially brimming with arrogance, realized the extent of the man he had threatened.
“Old Song, are you really that influential?” Old Zhou’s mouth dropped open in shock, his cigarette falling unnoticed.
“This is my side job,” Song Yun chuckled.
“Guys, this Fatty wants an explanation from me, what should we do?”
“Boss, let’s give him a proper talking-to,” a burly gang member shouted.
Fatty Jin was sweating profusely, his back damp, his lips trembling as he tried to plead for mercy but didn’t know what to say.
His followers felt similarly intimidated, their physiques nowhere near as impressive as their bullish counterparts.
Though they often strutted around their turf, drinking for free at bars or sometimes booking small hotel rooms, they lacked professional training.
In a big confrontation like this, they simply couldn’t stand their ground.
Among Fatty Jin’s people, however, a few had indeed drawn blood before.
They were quite familiar with prison, multiple stints being routine for them.
One of them recognized someone in the crowd as a former fellow inmate, a cellblock head who had been released following successful rehabilitation.
Surprisingly, that tough character was now squeezed within the crowd, jostling and joking without any hint of his former fierceness, almost looking like a decent man from afar.
“That guy has bitten off more than he can chew this time; we can’t smooth this over easily,” muttered that person to his companion.
The skinny troublemaker and the woman who had instigated the affair were shivering next to Fatty Jin, too frightened to even look at the over two hundred people surrounding them, terrified of being killed on a whim.
“Today, I admit defeat.
Please, let’s set the terms,” Fatty Jin humbly bowed his head, losing all his earlier bravado, appearing as docile as a scolded child.
“Damn, did you start this?” Wu Li kicked Fatty Jin.
For people like them, violence solved many issues.
Just like now, with Wu Li’s kick sending Fatty Jin to the ground, where he didn’t dare utter a word.
Outnumbered, he couldn’t risk his life by causing a scene.
“Boss, what do you say we do with this?” Wang Hu lit a cigarette for Song Yun.
“I think this Fatty has bad intentions; if we let him go, he might hold a grudge.”
“Brother, I was wrong.
I shouldn’t have caused trouble for no reason.
I, Fatty Jin, swear never to do such things again.
I promise to be a law-abiding good citizen, please let me off,” Fatty Jin pleaded, knocking his head on the ground so much that he bled yet he didn’t stop.
Song Yun, keeping his foot on Fatty Jin’s head, asked,”So, how should we handle today’s matter?”
“I’ll make restitution.
I’ll compensate for the losses, all expenses for the brothers, I, Fatty Jin, will reimburse,” Fatty Jin raised his head and stated.
“Moreover, I’ll give each brother 500 yuan for their trouble, ensuring no one leaves empty-handed.”
As Fatty Jin made this offer, his heart was bleeding—500 yuan per person, with at least two hundred people present, that was more than a hundred thousand out of nowhere, and he hadn’t gained anything but losses.